All Life is a Stage

It’s strange to walk through the Jays clubhouse as a member of the media. I feel like I’m walking over a grave, or, at the very least, trespassing. Maybe  I am, or maybe it’s just my perception. It’s hard to say. Funny thing perception. For a...

The Sorrow of Romero, Reprise.

Yesterday I said that I thought Ricky Romero could benefit from a trip to the minors. I said that not vindictively, thinking that he should go there because he stinks or something trite that. I said it because if he continues to struggle,and said struggles are indeed...

The Sorrow of Romero.

What I hate—indeed, what I have always hated—about this level of play is how players get stripped of their humanity and become subject to whatever assume, from the outside, with no true knowledge or understanding of the player’s plight. Today, while getting my...

Bad Math

Jays fans should hope that Brett Lawrie is not out for very long. His departure from the lineup means the loss of a 3.2 WAR and his steady .265 batting average against active Red Sox pitching, including hitting .400 against Felix Doubront. A shame because the Jays...

Win, Lose, or Draw.

Seems the term “rebuilding” has become a dirty word around the greater Toronto area. Well, if you’re one of the area’s residents that this phrase induces anger (or nausea) in, then you’ll be delighted to know the Jays are not, in fact,...

Valverde and His Spitter. So What?

Oh Lawd! Valverde done spit into his mitt. Surely it’s a sign of the apocalypse! Quick, send the owners to shelter. Light the Selig Signal. Make the game adopt gloves and balls that change colors when a foreign substance is absorbed. And for God’s sake,...